A wave of deep gray collides with bright, lively, blue a heavy mattress of rain flattens soaked grass and hair alike the shrieks filling the air are stunned into silence replaced by the colossal angry yelling the thundering voice of the clouds people run for cover as a spear of crackling energy arcs down from above a tree comes down with a sickening crash its trunk reduced to splinters it takes down two of its kind in the fall launching panicked squirrels into the chaos of the streets a deafening silence heard for miles as dim spotlights loosen the knotted clouds illuminating the welcome world
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This fantastic poem by 8th grader Spartacus is full of interesting imagery, sound devices and figurative language. Also, it reminds me of summer, which is never a bad thing. Cicada Cicada Why the wailing, why the gnawing? Of violin screeching, of music leeching gone Gone for summer Gone for a month No one heard No burden on shoulders In dirt you sleep In daybreak you fly To tune the humid way To tune the musical Breeze Cicada Cicada Why the wait? Why the silence To hear the music play To those wings of yours Loud and everywhere Loud and soothing To warm the summer To warm the breeze Sophie is back with another intriguing poem, this time about faith. Read, enjoy, and comment with your praise, criticism or questions. Soul
This land is full. Up to the top. But what is if life without your soul the same? If your soul is empty, you have no faith. Faith. Many reasons why it’s spilling out the top with certainty “I am very certain” Faith. What does it really mean? Jesus? Allah? Ahah! You don’t know. You aren’t certain. But you still have faith. This isn't exactly a poem, but it is certainly poetic. Great job, Lauren!
It floods through your body like water. Makes your face feel warm and makes your lips curl into an unseeable smile. It brings back memories and makes your breathing quicken. It starts as joy and sadness, and then turns into swirling happiness- you want to savor it and keep it forever. You lift your eyes and look around the room and you see everything, and your lips open, you smile, and your heart gets a tingling feeling too. You see your friends and you feel good, you see your enemies and you feel good. Then it turns into a feeling of wonder, thankfulness, and sadness. But it’s not sadness, it’s excitement and nostalgia. It’s joy. |
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